For several days the weather had been record-breaking hot. Checking into the dorm and taking care of administrative business was rather uncomfortable - even for our Florida family. This was the end of July at Southern and SmartStart was about to begin. My daughter, Hannah, was about to take her first class on campus as a Freshman student. We left her at the entrance to Brock Hall - she rode the glass elevator to her future, and we began a 10 hour drive home. This picture (attached) was Hannah's view as she nervously rode that elevator to the third floor. To many it might seem sad and lonely - but she, and the family, found it comforting and inviting - the heat wave had broken, the clouds were close and dreamy, and the air was fresh and pungent. Life was changing, but God's mercies that misty morning showed us clearly that he cared about each detail and each fear.
Hannah is the youngest (and only girl) of four children. I had homeschooled my children for the past 18 years. During her high school years Hannah and I had traveled to piano lessons, flute lesson, band practice, ensemble practice, horse back riding lessons, the library, a mother's helper job and many, many errands together each and every week. Suddenly, in just a few days span, my days went from overflowing - to stagnant and empty. But now, a few weeks into that transition, it is becoming easier. I allowed myself some time to be sad at the changes - but I won't stay there. I have known for months that God is about to open new adventures for both Hannah and me.
I hope to document many of those adventures throughout the 2010/2011 year of a Freshman college student and her mother. Entries planned will feature tips and perspectives for homeschooled students coming to Southern, and being a minority on campus (our family is not SDA.)